A Friend

Dear C
You’re a part of me
How else shall it be
Your words are my breath
Your silence my death
And if you ever leave
I must surely grieve
For, without your love
I’ll be not stronger
To kiss my dreams
Of you.
Oh, why deprive me object?
Why not.
True.
Oh, I’ll be worthless
As a poison stream.



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2020-04-12 at 21:52

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